Reaching into the box I pulled it out, it has been sitting in that box for far too long, it has been there since my 18th birthday, when my roommate gave it to me. I have never known what it was for, until recently when I saw her using one in her room. Her twitching figure on the bed, it looked like she was being tortured, but her face was filled with pleasure. I gently stroked the long pink vibrator that rested in the elegant box, Freestyle, it said. Plugging the remote control and headphones into my iPod I searched for a song. As soon as it stated playing the pink tube started humming, quietly seducing me to liberate my curiosity. Still afraid I let the song finish and set it down.
I lay there, along side the vibrator. Taking one last look at it I lubed it up, and slowly, carefully rubbed it along my slit. The feeling of it caressing my lips were too much, I began writhing with pleasure on my bed, forcing the urge to masturbate down. I couldn’t take it anymore. Without hesitation I shoved it in. It was as if a bolt of lightning has pierced my soul, my eyes widened I shock and my back arched as my body convulsed in utter pleasure. I gasped for air as the biggest climax of my life started dying down. With shivering hands I opened my playlist, I can’t even control my body as I played my favourite song, Love Story. I buried my head in my pillows to keep my screams from reaching everywhere in the house as the vibrator pulsed to the beat, sending a recurring orgasm rippling through my body.
I can’t stop anymore. One last song. But thats what I said to myself five songs ago…